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Dec 2012
I wear the pants you gave me
on all the days I miss you.
They weren't torn or faded,
and barely even misused.

Its funny I remember
the night you said "Just have 'em".
Whats funnier is I never thought,
or even really fathomed;

that out of blue you took them off
and said "They're yours to own..."
I never wondered or remembered
just what you did wear home...
Written by
Hannah McC  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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   Becca DeMateo
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